nadya (freetalkspace) wrote in coldcreeklogs, @ 2015-11-01 23:54:00 |
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Debbie had known Olivia for most of her life. As a kid she was at her heels, in awe of the older girl’s maturity and strength in the face of the things she was going through. She’d asked questions about boys, makeup, clothes. Debbie had wanted an older sister in those days, and Olivia had filled the space and more. When her to the mother had died and Debbie closed off, turned icy to people she cared for, Olivia had taken more than an older sister role. Though she’d never admit it, she was the mother Debbie was missing. A lot of people saw her as a lost kid and tried to help her, and she’d buried her gratitude and surprise deep inside, covered it with annoyance that was actually quite honest. However, she couldn’t really hide the way she depended on Liv, even though she wanted to. To be honest, she didn’t really mind. Liv had her own son, a sweet kid that Debbie was uncomfortable around, at least not fully. She watched the woman’s family with something like anxiety in the pit of her stomach. She’d never understood why people bothered to have families. In her mind, there was no point in trying to be truly happy in a place like Cold Creek. She would see smiling faces around town and think they were fake. Part of her thought that it wasn't the case with the Kerr family. There were few things that gave her a sense of ease, and talking Olivia was one of them. Debbie was on the way to meet her at Chatty Kathy’s. It was a popular place, and a diner that she frequented often, with and without someone to keep her company. She’d walked there, enjoyed the silence and October air. It was a day that she hadn’t spent in the woods, holed up in her room, not even bothering to go to school. Instead, she’d spent the whole day sleeping, reading, clicking away on her computer. A long time ago, she used to bother with looking up places she’d never go, filled with wonder at places like Rome and the Philippines. Now, she didn’t even bother, instead researched spells and rituals, distracted herself. It was pointless to look at black sand beaches and villages on water when she’d never go any of the places. But she could go to Chatty Kathy’s. She entered, hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, and shouldered the door open. With a stony expression she slid into a booth and waited for Olivia. When a waitress asked her order, she decided on a milkshake, with extra cherries. “Like, a lot of cherries,” Debbie stressed. The waitress rolled her eyes and walked away. She leaned back and waited, turned to the door when she heard it open with a ring. |